One year on and this little baby is growing into a toddler who is taking steps, who loves to swing on the swing, climb on climbing frames, and now launches himself - head first, like a little starfish - down the slide. He is seemingly perennially happy, with his little grin that extends to his eyes, and even when he is pulling a funny, grumpy face his cheery disposition is never far away. And while he sleeps horribly and you have to wrestle him to change his nappy, he is an easy-going, forgiving little soul, who squeals in delight when you walk through the door. Cuddles - come wrestling - with his big brother feature increasingly in our house, as our once passive little Charlie charges around the house with trains and cars clutched in his little hands, sometimes frustrating, though often delighting Raf. He loves to be held and cuddled and nursed and kissed, but he's increasingly independent as he explores his ever-expanding world. He babbles and yells and squeals and laughs, and he may have many, many words but so far we can discern mama, dada, and perhaps quack-quack when he plays with his duck in the bath.
It seems incredible that the first year of Charlie's life is almost over. I don't think any of us are ready for the baby years to be over. Even Raf keeps exclaiming that he's sad that Charlie is almost 1... that he'd like him to stay a baby. But alas his first birthday is just hours away. It's been a crazy and hectic year, but it's been made infinitely better with the arrival of Charlie. x